Jesenia tucked the Book of Ardal in the crook of her arm and made her way back to her room. She’d been on the internet most of the night and was happy to find there was evidence of a wolf population in Ireland. Well, at least there was at one time. She was convinced that more research would lead her to answers.
She’d found mention of the Book of Ardal on the internet and to her surprise, the castle had an old library that actually had a copy of the very ancient book. Maybe she would find the exact information she was looking for within it.
As she waited for the lift to open she looked around the lobby. A woman, smiling wide, approached her. Red hair dusted with gray had been artfully arranged in an updo on her head.
“I see you’ve made use of our library.”
Jesenia looked down at the book in her arm and then back to the woman. “Yes. I hope you don’t mind, but the gentleman in the library told me I was free to take it to my room. I know it’s old, but I’ll make sure not to let anything happen to it.”
“I’m sure you will, my dear. I’m Áine Byrne, owner of Castle Tullamore. And you’re welcome to any reading materials as long as they find their way back to the library.”
So this was the Áine Dorian had mentioned. “Thank you, Ms. Byrne. I promise to return it soon.”
“The Book of Ardal. My, I didn’t know we had a copy. Are you sure you want to be reading it?”
Jesenia blinked, a little confused. “Is there a reason that I shouldn’t?”
“It contains some stories of an evil nature. You Americans might call them urban legends.”
Interesting. “I was directed to it by the internet when I was looking for information regarding wolves in Ireland.”
Áine laughed. “Lass, there hasna been any wolves in Ireland since somewhere around the eighteenth century.”
“What if I told you I saw one last night?”
Áine’s brow furrowed. “I would say that is strange indeed. But you must have been mistaken.”
Great! Even the old woman thinks I’m nuts. Jesenia didn’t have time to stand here and argue. She had to build her case first and her answers might very well lie in the book in her arms. The doors to the lift dinged and slid open. “Perhaps I was mistaken. It was nice meeting you, Ms. Byrne.” She stepped inside the compartment and sighed when the doors closed.
Surely if there was once a wolf presence in Ireland then there could be one now. Just because people didn’t see them didn’t mean they didn’t exist. A smile pulled at her lips. If she could prove that, then maybe she could help do something to get them protected. Yeah, one had tried to eat her last night, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t help it out. It was wild and didn’t know any better.
She stepped off the lift as the doors opened and she crossed the hall to her door and unlocked it. It swung shut behind her as she sauntered to the desk and placed the old book on the polished surface. Before she sat down a knock sounded at the door. She stood on tiptoe to look through the peephole. A large, sexy Dorian stood on the other side.
Jesenia turned, placing her back against the door as her heart rate accelerated. “Shit,” she whispered. Another knock. “Just a minute,” she called out as she dashed into the bathroom.
She flipped the switch and ran her fingers through her hair. Shit, why had she skipped putting on makeup this morning? She gave her cheeks a quick pinch and decided it was the best she could do with no time, and returned to the door. She inhaled a steadying breath, twisted and pulled on the brass knob. “Can I help you?”
Dorian smiled. “That depends.”
Oh damn. That smile of his was a dangerous thing. “And what does it depend on?”
Dorian stepped into her room and walked past her. She closed the door as her brows rose. “Well come on in.” She hoped he caught the sarcasm. She turned to look at him and he winked at her.
“Thanks.”
She rolled her eyes, placing her hands on her hips. “So what do you want?”
“What are you willing to give me?”
Her core pulsed as her body let her know what it preferred she give him. “How about directions to the door?”
“Ah, lass. Do you really want me to go so soon? I just got here.”
No, she didn’t. And didn’t that just chap her ass. She pursed her lips.
“I came to check on you.”
“Oh. Well, I’m good. Walking fine. Thanks for checking on me.” She needed to get him out of her room before she did something stupid.
Dorian sat on the bed and started sifting through some of the printouts she’d made last night. “My, my, Jesenia. Are you really still convinced you saw a wolf?”
She rushed to the bed and started gathering the papers. “I know what I saw. And it’s still out there.” She plucked the last sheet from his hand, walked over to the desk and laid them on top of the book she’d brought in.
“You’ve become obsessed. Did you even sleep last night?”
Jesenia decided not to answer him. So what if she’d stayed up all night. She was still fine and of sound mind. Hell, when her muse wasn’t being a hiding little bitch she pulled all-nighters a lot. She turned to face him. “I’m fine. You can go now.”
“Jesenia, it’s three o’clock in the afternoon. If you didna sleep last night you really should be in bed.”
She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “And I guess you think you’re my daddy now and can tell me what I should be doing and when? I hate to tell you, but I’m a grown woman and I can figure things out on my own.”
Dorian stood and crossed over to her, closing the gap between them. She sucked in a breath and tensed.
He brought his hand up and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “I know you’re a grown woman.” His gaze traveled to her breasts. “Oh how I know that.” His gaze came back up to her face. “And what I feel toward you is not in any way something a dad would feel.”
Her hands went to his chest as his pelvis met hers. The hard length of his erection pushed into her lower belly. She licked her lips as his hand cupped the side of her face.
“Stop me, Jesenia,” he whispered.
“Why would I want to?”
He groaned and closed the gap, molding his mouth to hers. Jesenia parted her lips for his seeking tongue and moaned into the depths of his mouth. Her hands lifted to his neck and settled in his hair. A powerful hand gripped her bottom, pulling her closer into the welcoming heat of his body. Damn, he could kiss. His tongue played a sensual game with her senses, gliding back and forth provocatively against her own.
Her nipples tightened into sensitive buds as liquid heat coated her labia. Could she really do this? She hadn’t had sex in so long, and she was covered by the Pill. She had to take it to keep her regular. But she barely knew this guy. And it really shouldn’t make a difference how hot he was, but it did. Still, she needed to be smart. She pulled her mouth away from his. “Maybe we should…”
His lips found her neck. Tongue and teeth played a wicked game against her sensitive flesh and she dug her fingers into his shoulders as her pussy began to throb, aching to be filled.
He nipped her earlobe and whispered, “Maybe we should what, lass?”
Oh God, that accent did things to her. Fuck it. You only live once. “Maybe we should move to the bed.”
He picked her up. “Aye, lass. Good idea.”
She wrapped her legs around his lean hips. The seam of her jeans combined with the contact of his erection applied pressure to her clit and she moaned, capturing his mouth again with hers. He sat on the edge of the mattress and she rocked her hips against him, wanting more of that awesome contact. His hands found the hem of her shirt, and she released his lips long enough for him to pull the fabric over her head.
His fingers made quick work of the hooks on her bra. “Jesenia.”
She moaned as he palmed her breasts, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. His hands were calloused, and the friction they caused felt wonderful. She arched her back and sucked in a sharp breath as he drew one nipple into his hot mouth. “Yes, Dorian. That feels so good.”
His hands landed on her hips and she moaned as he changed their position and her back sank into the softness of the mattress. He pressed his groin tight against her spread legs, his hard cock pushing on her pussy. She wanted the pants out of the way. He sucked her other nipple into his mouth and she wrapped her legs tight around his waist, lifting her hips to increase the contact. Her panties were soaked.
He released her nipple and brought his mouth down on hers again. She moaned as her hands between their bodies worked to loosen his pants. A chirping noise filled the air. Dorian groaned and reached for his pocket as he continued to kiss her.
Jesenia sucked in air as he broke away from her lips and put a cell phone to his ear.
“What.”
She frowned. Really? He was going to answer the phone right now? And did he just growl?
“I’ll take care of it.” Dorian tossed the phone on the mattress. “I have to go, but first…”
Jesenia cried out as Dorian pressed the palm of his hand against her clit and bit down on her nipple. It didn’t hurt or break skin. Instead it sent a wondrous sensation to dance through her pussy as he rubbed her clit. The orgasm shot through her without warning. Her core pulsed and creamed as he sucked her abused nipple into his mouth.
He gave the taut bud one last flick of his tongue and then lifted his head to meet her gaze. “I like the way you come for me.”
Breaths sawed in and out of her lungs as she looked up at him. Her pussy still tingled with the aftermath of the orgasm. She tried to focus on what he said. “You have to leave?”
Dorian scooted backward and rose to his feet. “Yes. But I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
Jesenia’s gaze snapped to the erection peeking out from the waistband of his boxers. Big. Her core gave a hard pulse, wanting it. His hands hooked the fastenings.
“Sleep, Jesenia.” He leaned down and kissed her lips, then straightened. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
She closed her eyes and huffed a breath as she heard the snick of the door closing behind him. What in the hell had just happened? Well, besides an awesome orgasm?
Dorian closed the door and held back the curse that wanted to leave his mouth. His cock throbbed painfully and he wanted nothing more than to go back in there and bury it deep inside Jesenia’s warm, wet pussy. Fuck, the smell of her passion hung heavy in his nose. He ground his teeth and walked toward the lift. There wasn’t any time to be selfish. Seamus had spotted Grady near the woods, and with Jesenia looking for proof of the wolf’s existence, he really had to take Grady down fast. When Áine had called his cell and told him he might want to check up on her guest in 405, he’d ground his teeth. The stubborn woman just couldn’t give it up. His plan had been to go in there and redirect her. But he hadn’t planned on his reaction to her. That first flash of desire had brought the smell of roses and jasmine into his nose. His cock had come awake instantly.
She was dangerous. He needed to handle his job and get the fuck away from her. So why the bloody hell had he told her he’d be back? He reached down and adjusted his thick cock beneath his pants. Yeah. He knew why. It was his dick talking.
He strode out of the hotel and headed for the woods. This task wouldn’t be easy, but it had to be done.